The Backyard Of My Life
Bebop Jazz Street
There was bebop jazz
Coming from seventh avenue
A balcony at the back
Where you could smoke too
There were various cool cats and poets
With a blues piano player
A barmaid called Betty
Who you cant get nowhere near
The saloon doors opened
when a traveling salesman
Said sign up for subscription
Ill do everything i can
To sell you something you don't need
Take all of your money to help me sleep
Then trade it for tokens to gamble at black jack
Roam from town to town never looking back
Down at lands end
Where the wind howls like wolf
The coffee creams and crumpets
Were made to rip you off
A Galloway girl comes over
Hands me a bill
I said you better bury that
At the bottom of the hill
A figure of eight was forming
Falling back in on its self
Books were flying everywhere
Secrets from the shelf
When out walked a woman dressed
Like a cartoon elf
She said take me to your leader
Then i heard nothing else
There was pretty punk
Screaming from the floorboards up
A black magic doctor
Tossed a coin in to the cup
The waitress was nervous
So she rang the bar bell
Head in her hands
Standing at the gates of hell
by Keith Hagger
